ORANGE

I ain't dissing nobody
Just facts

I just left Houston out with my twin
Remember Rob G used to pull up in the Benz

This a treehouse we got sticks
Dev-G in NY like he played for the Knicks

It's like 20 on my fist
Watanabe on my fit
I just uh I just what?
Put that jewelry on my bitch

Niggas hating niggas cappin
Niggas must had got me twisted
On the net throwing tantrums
Niggas acting like they bitches

On the net if it's static
That ain't beef that's on my children
You my son I'm yo daddy
Boy I can't beef with my children

Aye

I can't tell a lie
If I'm lying I'd be flying
By your hand ain't dying
I put that on Zion

I can't tell a lie
If I'm lying I'd be flying
But by your hand ain't dying
No

He wanna be gangsta
Wanna be just like him
Only ever heard the hammer bang
When it's at him

He wanna be gangsta
Wanna be like EA Sosa
That boy must not keep a toaster
Should've kept his people closer

Pop champagne and pour mimosa
Wonder why these bitches closer
My outfit a chefs kiss like I stood under mistletoe

My crown like my necklace
That DMP the 13 though
I knew that I had it at 11 12
A 13 year old

I hit licks like Baskin-Robbins
Lean withdrawals my head been throbbing
Ask Batman he know we robbin
Snakes with me the house of dragons

Carpets in this bitch aladdin
CDav say let's get it crackin
T.Roy said let's get it brackin
Play with me it's ending tragic

I don't want a bad bitch
I want baddest of the baddies
Seen it and I had to have it
Switch made this Glock automatic

I was in that paddy wagon
Took my belt my pants was sagging
Jojo my bro bro cuss I know that he bout that action

I was in that cell
Singing Rod Wave like Foolio
I ain't wear my durag
Now my braids look like Coolio's

I was wearing 501s
All starched up by Julio
We had called it Bonverse
I don't know what you was on

I don't where you was from
Wonder bout your people too
I would ask your partner them
None of them niggas speak to you

I would ask your brother
Or your homie if you had that
Getting shot ain't cool no more
Give 50Cent his gimmick back

I was filling bottles with that cough syrup like Similac
Hit that bitch and I forget her
Got that shit from Men in Black

I can't tell a lie

They'll hit your man and then forget em'
Got that shit from

Look

I can't tell a lie
If I'm lying I'd be flying
But by your hand ain't dying
I put that on Zion

I can't tell a lie
If I'm lying I'd be flying
I put that on Zion

He wanna be gangsta,
Wanna be just like him
Only ever heard the hammer bang
When it's at him

He wanna be gangsta
Wanna be like EA Sosa
That boy must not keep a toaster
Should've kept his people closer

Pop champagne and pour mimosa
Wonder why these bitches closer
My outfit a chefs kiss like I stood under mistletoe

My crown like my necklace
That DMP that 13 though
I knew that I had it at 11 12
A 13 year old

I can't tell a lie
If I'm lying I'd be flying
Yeah by your hand ain't dying

I can't tell a lie
If I'm lying I'd be flying
But by your hand ain't dying
I put that on Jesus Christ